三月春花渐次醒,我独自站在青石板的桥面上,嗅春天的气息,品老街的风景。街边一根新制的铁杆插在一块石墩中,杆子顶上挂着一块新漆的木牌,牌上那黑体印刷的三个大字“平江路”显得熟悉而又陌生。街上,人来人往,欢声笑语不绝于耳;路 Spring March gradually woke up, I stood alone on the bridge of quartzite, sniffing the breath of spring, the scenery of Commodities Street. A new ironwork on the street was inserted in a stone pier with a new painted wooden sign hanging on the top of the pole. The three characters “Pingjiang Road”, printed in bold print, became familiar and unfamiliar. The streets, people coming and going, laughter endlessly;